City Palms

ohhhhh so tired. my eyes feel acidic. even though i had a huge sleep this afternoon. maybe that didnt help. karens birthday was yesterday. it was a hoot ofcourse. i hope she had fun, it was just lovely to be out with the girls i think. we spent most of the night at the beat. met these two friendly gay men, chris and justin. they sat and talked to us, so much fun to talk to so very entertaining. i made friends with two 40 year old men. one was drunk and just kept jabbering on about something or other. the other was quite nice to chat to actually, he wasn't as drunk. recently ive found this passion for talking to strangers. not just any one, people who seem interesting, have something there something to give, something genuine about them. dont know what that is. i guess you realise it as you talk to them. i saw tom walk by and i yelled out to him. we talked and i enjoyed it, i havent let that happen since we broke up. im so stupid. i didnt want to be his friend so i wasnt friendly, that angst was so un-needed. un-necessary negativity. so silly. we found out we like the same japanese author. what a funny boy. simone and i stayed on at the depot and a little overwhelming it was. great to get a dance in, but soo many trying to be trendy young indie kinds have taken over the joint now. i know indie has been cool for a while now and black skinny leg jeans are the norm. thats right kids you are fashionable and look like everyone else. (glad i havent succumbed) wow taste the venom. im tired peh. but as i think with simone, it hadnt really annoyed me or hit me so much as it last night. pretty girls all looking the same and annoying too full of confidence guys on the dance floor. weird. meh im done ranting. i sound so arrogant, but there is truth in it i think. but such is the whole nature of society, fashion, niche, culture, blah blah blah. i might even be hypocritical? are we all like that? i dont think we are, anyways if i am i hope i am not in the same league as those kids last night. maybe their rudeness is the most itching part? there, i also saw the chop stick guy i use to find intriguing from uni last year. such a surprise. what an obscure man! sim and i emerged from the depot at nearly 5am and to my shock it was so light. it felt beautiful but strange. i love summer for these early mornings. makes you want to do something. hello world!

day light savings keeps confusing me and my reading of the optus tv guide. subtract one hour damn it!
hawa wants to start a band and asked if i wanted to be the bass player. god could i just fall in love with her anymore?!
we dont need no misrepresentation. we dont need no fox news report. take your bias and shove it up your asses. dont you remember what the truth is worth~pearl jam

It's a fire

-portishead

It's a fire,
These dreams they pass me by,
The salvation I desire,
Keeps getting me down.

'Cause we need to,
Recognize mistakes,
For time and again.

So let it be known,
For what we believe in,
I can see no reason,
For it to fail.

'Cause this life is a farce,
I can't breathe through this mask,
Like a fool,
So breathe on, sister, breathe on.

From this oneself,
Testify or tell,
It's fooling us now,

So let it be known,
For what we believe in,
I can see no reason,
For it to fail.

'Cause this life is a farce,
I can't breathe through this mask,
Like a fool
So breathe on, little sister, breathe on,
Oh, so breathe on, little sister, like a fool